.letter fifteen.

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sometimes i think you just weren't meant to be there for me.

other times i think that you were there to make me feel like I had hope.

now, i don't know what to think.

i still have hope for us, but that hope is slowly fading, and i don't know what to do.

we were supposed to be together when you could start driving.

we were supposed to live high school together.

we're apart and you're driving places without me.

i'm living high school alone with friends that don't compare to you.

we were supposed to get our 'unusual piercings' together.

we're apart and i got my cartilage and you got your nose pierced.

i'm pretty sure when you get your tragus pierced and i finally get my industrial, we're be apart.

i'm tired of being apart.

i'm tired of not seeing you.

i'm tired of not being with you.

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